Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

"Holy crap—my noodles! My noodles!"

The fat man realized what was happening and hurriedly ran back to the smokeless stove, lifted the lid, grabbed chopsticks, and stirred it a few times.

Thankfully, it wasn't completely burnt; only a few noodles stuck to the bottom of the pot, which most people wouldn't be able to detect with their sense of smell.

The fat man scooped out a noodle, bit it open to check the cross-section, and saw that there was no white residue, so it was ready to be taken out of the pot.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

"Freshly cooked beef sauce and pickled vegetable noodles, plus braised pork belly—one bite will whet your appetite, two bites will nourish your kidneys," the fat man shouted.

Zhang Wuxun and the others walked over with smiles and sat down, eating and chatting.

The space behind the murals has been enclosed for a long time, which inevitably produces some suffocating gases, commonly known as corpse gas.

Once inhaled, these toxic gases will accumulate in the human body. Over the years, they will all manifest when the person is old. Some veteran tomb raiders have slightly necrophilic bodies after death. If the burial location is not right, the body may easily become rigged.

Fortunately, cremation is now encouraged, and there is no evil spirit that cannot be subdued and burned by lightning fire of thousands of degrees.

After finishing their meal, everyone joked and laughed for a while before tidying up and set off to sleep on the ground.

Zhang Wuxun was on duty in the first shift; he had to keep an eye on things to prevent anything out of the murals.

Fortunately, the night passed and everything calmed down.

With a large influx of outside air, the oil lamps in the space behind the murals gradually weakened after being consumed overnight.

After a quick breakfast and getting his gear ready, Zhang Wuxun said hello and then crawled through the narrow crevice first.

The first thing you see are the rough and primitive murals on the stone walls on both sides, with a large number of snakes occupying a significant portion of the murals.

These snakes completely defy the calm and secretive nature of snakes. In the murals, they are intertwined and mingled together like ordinary social animal groups on the African savanna, but instead of banding together to defend against external enemies, they are fighting each other.

Meanwhile, the Goguryeo people stood outside the huge sinkhole, holding long spears and attacking the snakes inside, using stress responses to stimulate them and make them involuntarily launch defensive attacks.

The fat man and his group squeezed through the gap and were startled by the scene depicted on the mural.

"Good heavens, these monsters are clearly raising poisonous insects," the fat man said.

The group walked along the passageway, looking around as they went.

The murals that extend into the back are basically the same, suggesting that this is a Gu-breeding laboratory of the Goguryeo people.

At this moment, Wu Xie spoke up: "I have a question. Since the Ge Que Qiang Qiong people have already stolen the snake eggs from the ruins of the Bai She tribe, why not just hatch the snake eggs directly? Why do they still raise other snakes and use this method of elimination and evolution?"

"Perhaps it's because they can't hatch," Zhang Wuxun explained. "The snake eggs of the Bai Snake Clan require a lot of energy to hatch. After leaving the snake nest, the snake species that were dormant may die in their shells due to lack of energy."

“Perhaps the Gokuqiang people want to use this cruel method of evolution to cultivate the snake species they desire,” Zhang Wuxun said calmly.

The fat man rubbed his chin, making a series of "clack-clack" sounds. His expression was strange. "Doesn't that mean that what we're about to face are likely to be countless bloodthirsty mini-bosses?"

He looked at Zhang Wuxun and said, "Do you, Snake King, have any way to let us sneak in and steal that snake out?"

Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but suddenly realized something, turned around abruptly, and the beam of the flashlight shone directly on him.

The passageway was as quiet as ever, but Zhang Wuxun knew that something must have been there just now.

Zhang Wuxun closed his eyes, his senses spreading throughout his body.

He "saw" several withered, emaciated creatures standing in the open space around him, dragging long chains behind them. Their mouths were opening and closing incessantly, emitting a strange grinding sound. A clattering sound, just like the unintentional sound the fat man had made when he spoke earlier.

Zhang Wuxun's heart sank suddenly. When did they fall victim to this?

He suddenly opened his eyes. Wu Xie and the other three were still standing in front of him, and Fatty was speaking to him from behind in a familiar voice.

It all seemed like an illusion.

But Zhang Wuxun knew perfectly well that these were all illusions.

Wu Xie and the others have disappeared!
Zhang Wuxun's eyes suddenly turned fierce, his irises narrowed, and his thin golden pupils gave him a cold, inhuman aura.

Then, he moved.

As he raised his hand, a thin film of silvery scales appeared on the back of his hand, as if a gust of wind was whistling past his ears.

In the flickering light of the lamp, two withered creatures collapsed before him, two colorful black shimmering snakes dangling limply in Zhang Wuxun's hands.

The remaining emaciated creatures, after a two-second pause, immediately erupted into chaos.

The buzzing of bees and the clattering of chains being dragged rang out together.

The scene in Zhang Wuxun's field of vision suddenly flickered like a jumbled slideshow, with all sorts of figures rushing towards him like vengeful ghosts.

Zhang Wuxun remained unmoved, his sharp claws piercing through one ghostly shadow after another, seizing the black-scaled snakes hidden in the throats of the withered creatures, and crushing their heads.

"Pfft, pfft..."

Foul-smelling blood splattered and landed on his cheeks, and he killed all the black-scaled snakes around him that were releasing pheromones.

A surge of pheromones flooded his nose, and a flood of different memories came rushing into his mind.

But Zhang Wuxun didn't have time to sort out these unauthorized intrusive memories right now. With his consciousness disturbed, he handed over control of his body to his instincts.

Instinctively, they precisely detected information belonging to Wu Xie and his companions from the chaotic array of scent molecules in the air, and then tracked them down.

……

Wu Xie lay on his back on the ground, his eyes closed, his body twitching unconsciously, and blood was still seeping from his nostrils and ears.

A unique white shimmering snake was coiled on Wu Xie's chest, its head tilted, occasionally flicking its tongue as if confirming something.

Suddenly, its snake body stiffened, its small head being bombarded by a frantic warning signal.

It sensed that a very high-level giant snake was approaching.

The giant serpent unleashed its domineering aura of a king, carrying with it savagery and rage, pressing down like dark clouds obscuring the sun.

The white-scaled snake, instinctively fearful, tumbled and rolled off the human, curling up into a ball with its head down.

Wu Xie, who was unconscious with his eyes closed, seemed to sense something. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes darted around under his eyelids as he fell into a deeper nightmare.

Closer...closer!!

The white-scaled snake screamed instinctively, sensing a death threat that could crush everything, and its body stiffened uncontrollably.

The snake's stiff, coiled body, like a resin-made fake snake, was picked up by a beautiful, pale hand with light silver scales. (End of Chapter)